Rainy days, the old lady and man hating*...

*again.

So before I get to the heart of it, the man hating...few things.

It's raining...*whine* again. Okay so it is a nice change and I do like rain but I am ready for sunshine again. I've amazingly not been to affected by the weather, I do get down in long periods of cloudy weather.

I went shopping today at King Sooper's. I went at ~1:30pm. It was fun! I know I know. But they were playing swing music, like good ol' fashioned swing, Benny Goodman and Glenn Miller Orchestra type stuff. It was fun, I couldn't figure it out until I relized that most of the people shopping were 65+. Still...I liked it!

Hung out with Amanda, we had fun..watched Monsters Inc. and made rice pudding. Yum!

Men. Currently despise them. I dunno I was walking around campus, I miss the good ol' days in Cockerell. Fun stuff. But as always life goes on, you make new friends, have new experiences...it'll be hard to let go until I feel more at home here (I still need to clean and unpack) and esp when the semester starts up again. I really can't wait...very exciting! But I think the reason I can't let go is because I don't feel closure and maybe this is it and I just don't get it. Hmph. Just blabbing. Men don't like me and currently I couldn't be bothered by them, and I still...don't like girls.

So here's a song I've been listening to lately and trying to take to heart, it's also funny:

"Plea from a Cat Named Virtue" by the Weakerthans

why don't you ever want to play?
I'm tired of this piece of string.
you sleep as much as i do now
and you don't eat much of anything
I don't know who you're talking to,
I made a search through every room
but all I found was dust that moves
and shadows of the afternoon.

And listen, about those bitter songs you sing,
They're not helping anything.
They won't make you strong.

So we should open up the house,
invite the tabby two doors down,
you could ask your sister if
she doesn't bring her basset hound.
As for things you shouldn't miss,
tape his and the modern man,
Cold war and card catalogs,
to come and join us if they can.

For curly drinks and parlor games.
Pass around the easy life.
of absolutely no regret
and later maybe you could try
to let your losses dangle off
the sharp edge of the century
we could talk about the weather or
how the weather used to be.

and i'll cater
with all the birds that i can kill
let their tiny feathers fill
dissapointment
lie down
and lick the sorrow from your skin
scratch the terror and begin
to believe your strong

All you ever wanna do is
drink and watch TV
and frankly that thing doesn't really interest me.
I swear I'm gonna bite you hard
and taste your tinney blood
if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating since the day you brought me home
I know you're
strong.